What is to come?
“… What a recountal. Such puissance—it’s exhilarating, almost frightening.”
“I agree; it’s too much power for one so young. It feels unnatural and we know far too little about him.”
“Hey, he’s waking up!”
Crimson groaned roughly as his eyes weakly flickered open. He feebly looked around. He seemed to be back at the temple, in what appeared to be the Guardian’s room. The walls wore a soft gray blue marble spotted with lively green weeds and vines. A bright noon sun shone through a single archway window in the room. The memory of the rank odor from the Valley of Decay overshadowed the pleasant aroma of nature in the temple. It seemed the other dragons were there with him. The Guardians had stopped their discussion and Spyro and Cynder were sitting close by. Cynder’s chest was wrapped in frozen-over heavy gauze. They were all staring at him with a mixture of worry, awe, and joy.
“Quit staring at me like I’m dead,” Crimson poorly joked. He tried to stand but found most of his body frozen in a cast. “What happened?”
“We found you buried under what was left of a mountain,” Terrador said.
“You were only just alive and getting worse by the second when Terrador brought you back to the temple. You nearly crushed every bone in your body; I had a hell of a time aligning your mangled body into a useable cast,” Cyril continued. Crimson nodded. Occasionally dim shadows from all over the room started jumping into crimson’s shade. “Honestly I don’t know how you were able to survive.”
“Spyro and Cynder just finished reciting the astounding tale of what occurred,” Volteer added. “Could you please inform us of transpired from your perspective?”
“I-I—don’t know. Everything I tried, he quickly countered. The last thing I remember were spears being rammed through me,” Crimson lied and quickly changed the subject. “Are the eggs okay?”
“The eggs are fine. We were able to escape moments before the mountain clasped,” Cynder said.
“I know it sounds strange but I think the eggs led us to them then led us out,” Spyro said nuzzling Cynder. “Terrador wouldn’t leave until he dug you out.”
“What you did was extremely reckless. I knew that ONE OF US GUARDIANS should have gone with you after those eggs after WE had returned the other eggs BACK TO THE TEMPLE,” Terrador nearly roared, drawing the attention of everyone in the room. “The only reason I didn’t stop you was that the safety of the eggs took priority.”
“Control your temper, you’re a Guardian.” Crimson’s bones creaked, cracked, and popped and the ice cast broke and started to flake off. Crimson tried to stand again; He slowly rose with obvious strain.
“His recuperation ability is astounding,” Volteer whispered.
Crimson limped over to the window; if there was any pain, he did not show it on his face.
“Where are you going?” Cynder asked.
“I need to—figure something out,” Crimson said as he opened his wings wide and prepared to jump but stopped and looked back. “Spyro, keep those eggs safe. they hold the key to our fate.”
With he was gone…